Liam's eyes narrowed as the forest quieted again.
And then—he saw him.
A man stepped forward from behind the thick trunk of an oak tree, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He held a long, black spear in his right hand. Its shaft was thick, reinforced, and glowed faintly with violet streaks. His figure was lean but strong, clothed in the signature red-and-black combat gear of the Crimson Hand. His face was blank—emotionless—but those burning eyes told the truth.
He wasn't just another thug. He was enhanced.
Liam's breath slowed. So that wasn't a launcher earlier… that was him—he threw that thing.
The realization sent a weight through his chest.
If the Crimson Hand had soldiers who could throw spears like artillery, this was way more serious than they thought. The exogen experiments were no longer unstable anomalies. These were functioning weapons in human form.
